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I.EGENDS OE 


THE SPRINGTIME 


BY 

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EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY 
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(ENGLISH VERSION.) 

Once there was a beautiful little 
Pri ncess. 

She had large blue eyes, and her 
hair was like the golden sunshine. 

She loved to play up and down the 
fields and along the roadsides. 


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Wherever she stepped, the sweet 
flowers sprang up; and wherever she 
lay down, the violets made a bed for 
her. 

Now, when the little Princess was 
born, the king made a great feast. 

He invited all the good people to his 
castle. He invited all the good fairies. 

There was one fairy he did not invite. 
That was because she was so ill-natured. 
She was always finding fault. She 
loved no one but herself. 

She was angry because she was not 
invited to the feast. 

“I will have my revenge,” she said. 


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So she crept into the castle when no 
one saw her 

She crowded herself into the ban- 
quet hall. 

Then she raised her wand over the 
little Princess and cried ; 

“A spell shall fall upon this Princess. 
She shall fall asleep some day and 
sleep a hundred years. 

“It shall fall when she is most happy; 
and when the king is most proud of 
her.” 

Of course everybody at the feast 
was very sad. 

“Poor little Princess!” they said. 


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“When she wakes she will be an old, 
old woman! All her friends will 
have died long before! She will find 
herself all alone!” 

“Fear not!” cried a good fairy. “I 
cannot change the spell that the bad 
fairy has put upon her. 

“She will have to sleep the hundred 
years. But when she wakes she shall 
be more beautiful than ever. 

“All her friends shall sleep while 
she sleeps. Then they shall all wake 
together. 

“While they sleep they shall not 
grow old. 


Legends of the Springtime. 9 

“More than that! A beautiful 
prince shall come and wake her. 

“ He shall see how beautiful she is, 
Then there shall be another great feast. 
The feast shall be in this very hall; and 
the fairies shall all come to it again. 
All but the cruel fairy, — she shall not 
come.” 

Then the king and all the people 
rejoiced. They thanked the good fairy 
for her kind words. 

So the years passed on. The little 
Princess grew to be a beautiful maiden. 
All the world loved her. 

When they saw the flowers they 


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would say: “See! the Princess has been 
here.” 

But one day the king was holding a 
great feast. It was the birthday of the 
Princess. 

She had never looked so beautiful 
before. How the people loved her! 
And how proud her father was of her! 

“Th ere was never a Princess in 
all the world so beautiful!” he cried. 

“Never! never!” cried the people. 

Just then the eyes of the Princess 
began to droop 

“I am so sleepy,” she said. 

Then the king yawned. “I am 


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sleepy, too,” he said. “Perhaps we 
have feasted long enough.” 

Then, strange to say, the people all 
began to yawn. 

Each one was so sleepy that he did 
not see the other fall asleep. But in a 
minute every one was fast asleep. 

The Princess lay on a silken couch. 
The king sat in his royal chair. The 
guests fell just where they chanced to 
be. Some were in chairs, some were 
on the floor. 

PTr the fairy spell had fallen upon 
them all. 


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Even the horses and the dogs and 
the Princess’ cat fell asleep. 

Then the years rolled on. The trees 
grew up around the castle and shut it 
from sight. 

People forgot there was a castle there. 
But they never forgot to mourn the 
loss of the Princess. 

For now there were no flowers. The 
grasses forgot to be green, and the 
earth was sad and gloomy. 

But, by and by, the hundred years 
were passed. 

Then came the prince. He was tall 


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and handsome. He was good and 
brave. 

His eyes were like the blue of the 
sky; and his mantle was a sunny 
green. His hair shone like the golden 
sunshine. 

Wherever he stepped, the fresh grass 
sprang up. People always knew when 
he was near, for the air grew soft and 
warm. 

The little birds loved him. The soft 
winds spoke to him, and the trees 
sprang into new life. 

“This is a dense forest,” he said, 



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when he came into the land of the 


Sleeping Beauty. 

“Is there not something behind the 
trees? 

“ It looks to me like a castle. Can 
it be?” 

“She sleeps! she sleeps!” the trees 
whispered. 

“Who sleeps?” the prince asked. 

“The Princess! Princess! Princess!” 
the trees whispered again. 

“Dear trees,” said the prince, “you 
love me too well to deceive me. I will 
find this Princess.” 

So he plunged into the deep forest. 


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There was no path; for it was over- 
grown with bushes and vines. 

The prince had to cut his way 
through. It took him three long days. 

At last he reached the great stone 
gateway. 

He knocked; but no one answered. 
Then the prince climbed the great 
wall. There lay the sentinels and the 
gatekeepers fast asleep. ’ 

“What strange garments they wear ! ” 
said the prince. “They look a hundred 
years old 

“And what rusty swords!” 


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But the prince hurried on up the 
castle steps. 

There lay the doorkeepers fast asleep. 

On through the corridors, into the 
banquet hall he hurried. 

There sat the king and the queen, 
fast asleep. The king’s beard had 
grown away down to his feet; and the 
queen’s robe looked very strange, and 
very old-fashioned. 

On the floors, everywhere, lay the 
guests. Beside the tables lay the ser- 
vants, just where they had dropped 
when the spell fell upon them. 

But there upon the couch! Wonder- 


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ful ! The prince held his breath to 
look! 

Never had he seen such beauty! 

“O Princess!” he whispered. 

The Princess drew a long breath. 
Her eyelids moved a little. 

Then the prince knelt beside her 
couch. 

“Was ever Princess so beautiful?” 
he thought. 

Then he kissed the beautiful lips. 
When, lo, she opened her great blue 
eyes and looked up into the brave blue 
eyes of the prince. 

“My prince has come!” she said. 


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Then the king began to awaken. 
The king, the queen, the guests, and 
all the servants. 

“We have been asleep,” said the 
king. 

“ I am afraid we have,” said the 
queen. “We must ask our guests to 
pardon us.” 

“ But we have been asleep, too,” said 
the guests. 

“And we,” said the servants. “It 
is very strange.” 

Then the people all looked in won- 
der at each other. 

“What does it mean?” they said. 


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“We have slept the hundred years, 
my father,” said the Princess. “See, 
here is the prince. He has awakened 
us.” 

Then the Princess and the prince 
went out into the world together. 

The air grew soft and warm, the 
grass grew green, the trees sprang into 
new life, flowers covered the earth, and 
the people said; “It is the springtime. 
And see! the flower princess has 
awakened again.” 






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THE STORY OF SIEGFRIED 
AND BRUNHILDE. 

(GERMAN VERSION.) 

Siegfried was a brave prince. And 
when he became a youth, he set out 
from his father’s castle. 

“I will seek adventure,” he said; 
“and never will fear dragon or man. 
For no foe shall ever make me shrink 
from battle.” 

So Siegfried set forth. 

First he came to the home of the 
terrible giant, Gripir. 

Siegfried — (seg-fred) 

Brunhilde — (bron'blld) 


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Gripir sat upon a throne made of 
the teeth of a sea horse. 

In his hand was an ivory staff He 
wore a long purple robe. His long 
white beard swept the floor of the castle. 

His eyes were like burning fire, and 
his voice was like thunder. 

But Siegfried was not afraid. 

“ Hail, O great and powerful Gripir!” 
Siegfried said. 

Gripir was amazed. Who could this 
youth be that dared call to him! 

But Gripir loved bravery. So he 
called, “Hail, brave prince! 


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“You are Siegfried. The Norns 
have told me you were coming. 

“Welcome to my mountain home! 
Come and sit by me; though no man 
ever sat upon this throne with me 
before.” 

All day long Gripir and Siegfried 
sat and talked. 

Siegfried told Gripir all the brave 
deeds he meant to do. 

Gripir listened. And when Siegfried 
went away, he gave him a wonderful 
horse. 

“This horse,” said Gripir, “you shall 

Norns — (norns) the three fates. 


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call Greyfell. The name means Shin- 
ing Hope.” 

Then Siegfried saw that the horse’s 
mane shone like silver, his eyes blazed 
like fire, and his white coat sparkled 
like snow on the mountain top. 

Then Seigfried mounted the wonder- 
ful Greyfell, and rode forth from 
Gripir’s castle. 

Many brave deeds did Siegfried 
perform; but, by and by, he came into 
the land of Brunhilde. 

Now, Brunhilde was a beautiful prin- 
cess. Odin had sent her down to the 
earth to watch over the battle fields. 


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And when a warrior fell in battle, 
Odin wished her to lift him upon her 
strong steed’s back and carry him up 
to Asgard. 

Now, Asgard was the hero’s heaven, 
where Odin dwelt. 

But Brunhilde disobeyed. More 
than once she saved the life of a warrior, 
and carried him to her own castle. 

For this, Odin sent a punishment 
upon B unhilde. He sent her to dwell 
upon the earth below. 

“You shall live there among the 
earth-folk,” he said. 

Asgaid—{2i^ gard. ) 


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“You shall be ignorant as they are; 
and you shall suffer as they do.” 

Then Brunhilde wandered up and 
down the earth. She did not under- 
stand the earth-folk. They did not 
understand her. 

Often Brunhilde was sick and tired 
and hungry. 

Often she looked through her tears 
up at the golden city where she might 
have dwelt. 

But at last she came into the land of 
Isenstein. 

The good old king pitied her, and 
took her into his palace. 


Legends of the Springtime, 29 

He had no children of his own; so 
he made Brunhilde a princess, and told 
her she should rule over Isenstein. 

Odin was angry when he knew that 
Brunhilde was happy in the kingdom 
of Isenstein. 

“This must not be,” he said. So he 
sent down the Thorn of Sleep. The 
thorn stung Brunhilde, and she fell 
asleep. 

She and all her people with her. 

“She shall sleep on,” said Odin, “for 
long, long years. 

“She shall sleep till there shall be 
found a brave, brave prince. 


Odin— (o' Ain,) 


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“He shall be so brave that he will 
dare cross a river of fire to rescue her. 

“If no prince so brave is ever found, 
then she shall sleep on forever.” 

So Brunhilde, called by the people 
the Maiden of Spring, fell asleep; and 
all Isenland slept too. For a spell was 
upon them all. 

So it was to the castle of Brunhilde 
that Siegfried had come. 

First, he saw a long, low coast. The 
lazy waters splashed upon it sleepily. 
Even the winds among the trees were 
drowsy. 


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Half a league inland stood Brun- 
hilde’s castle. It was a stone castle, 
and it had tall towers and turrets. 

The plain around it was brown and 
dry. Silence was everywhere. There 
was no sign of life on land or sea. 

On the walls stood the sentinels; but 
they seemed like statues of stone; and 
at the gate, the watchman sat fast asleep. 

“ Play upon your harp, good friend,” 
Siegfried said to his companion. 

“ Let us awaken these sleeping people 
with music.” 

So Bragi touched his harp, and 
strains of soft music filled the air. 

Bragi — ( rage.) 


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It floated out across the bay. It 
floated across the plain and in at the 
castle windows. Still the sleeping 
Brunhilde heard it not. 

“We can never awaken these people 
with music,” Bragi said. 

Then Bragi told Siegfried the story 
of the sleeping Brunhilde. 

“Only one can awaken her,” said 
Bragi, “for such was the decree of 
Odin. 

“And that must be a prince! A 
prince so bold that he will dare plunge 
through the river of fire that lies around 
the castle.” 


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“I will be that prince!” Siegfried 
cried. 

And he hurried toward the castle 
walls. 

“Farewell,” said Bragi: “for you must 
do this alone. I will go on and find 
warmer, sunnier lands than these.” 

So Siegfried was left alone upon the 
shore. He stood beside the river of 
fire and watched its cruel flames. 

“You would like to curl your tongues 
of flame around me,” he said. Then 
the flames leaped higher and higher. 

“Shall I try to cross this fire alone; 


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or shall 1 wait for a sign from Odin?” 
Siegfried said to himself. 

But just then he looked toward 
Greyfell. His eyes were shining and 
his mane sparkling like water drops 
The shining and the sparkling meant 
success. It was by these Siegfried 
always knew what was best to do 

“Then let us leap, good Greyfell,” 
said Siegfried. 

Then Siegfried sprang upon the 
horse’s back, and together they leaped 
into the blazing river. 

Barely had Greyfell’s hoofs touched 
the flames when they fell back. The 


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heat and the blaze died away. It was 
as if the cruel flames shrank before the 
pure white sunshine of Greyfell’s mane. 

Unharmed, Siegfried and Greyfell 
reached the castle gate. There lay the 
sentinel fast asleep. He woke not, 
even from the noise of Greyfell’s 
clattering hoofs. 

So on Siegfried pushed his way into 
the castle. 

In the great stable lay horses and 
grooms fast asleep. 

In the eaves birds sat sleeping. 
Even the fountains had forgotten to 
play. 


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In the castle sat the butler, the cook, 
and all the servants snoring loudly. 

In the banquet hall, a thousand 
knights sat at the board, the feast before 
them, fast asleep. 

But Siegfried hurried on. 

It was Brunhilde he wished to find. 

In the grandest hall in the castle, 
Brunhilde lay. 

Her couch was of silk; and over her 
hung a canopy of gold. 

Her eyes were closed, and she lay — 
still as a marble statue. 

Hardly could Siegfried see her 
breathe. 


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“How pink the flush upon her 
cheek!” Siegfried said. “But for that 
I should doubt that she lives.” 

Then Siegfried went and knelt beside 
her. 

How beautiful she was! For a 
hundred years she had lain there! But 
her youth had not faded. She was as 
beautiful as ever. 

Then Siegfried stooped and kissed 
the gentle forehead. 

“Brunhilde! Brunhilde!” he whis- 
pered. 

Then Brunhilde opened her big 


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brown eyes and looked up into Sieg- 
fried’s face. 

And as she woke, all the people in 
the castle awoke. 

The spell was broken. Then the 
grass grew green. The air grew soft 
and sweet. 

And the people said, “Brunhilde has 
awakened! The prince has come! 
Now will our earth be warm again and 
beautiful! Brunhilde! Brunhilde! the 
Maiden of Springtime!” 


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IDUN AND THE APPLES. 

. ' (NORSE.) 

Very, very beautiful was Idun, the 
Maiden of the Springtime. 

But although she was so beautiful, 
her goodness was greater than her 
beauty. 

All nature loved her; for when she 
came the earth grew beautiful. 

The birds in the forests began to 
sing, the trees put on their soft new 
robes of green, the grasses spread their 


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velvet on the plains, and the flowers 
sprang up to meet her. 

Then the people grew happy and 
said, “The Maiden of the Springtime 
has come again! Now we rejoice.” 

Now, when Nature knew how good 
and true Idun, the Maiden of the 
Springtime, was, she gave to her a great 
treasure. 

The treasure was the Apples of Life. 

As long as these apples were safe, 
all nature would be fresh and beautiful. 

The Frost Giants hated the Maiden 
of the Spring They hated the Apples 
of Life. For as long as she guarded 


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them safely, the giants could not do the 
work they loved to do. 

They longed to strip the trees of 
their beauty. They longed to blight 
the flowers and the grasses. 

They longed to breath their icy 
breath over lakes and rivers. They 
longed to make the fields cold and 
desolate. 

For then the people would look sad, 
and all nature would grow old and 
gray. Then they would roar in glee. 

Now, they had often tried to steal the 
apples from the Maiden of the Spring. 


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But she watched them faithfully, and 
the Frost Giants failed each time. 

“We must try some other way,” they 
said. 

So, one day they seized upon Loki, 
the Prince of the Summer Heat. They 
carried him off to their castles in the 
snow-clad mountains. They shut him 
into the grim dungeon beneath the rock. 

Poor Loki fought and struggled, but 
he could not escape. 

“What a beautiful summer!” the 
people said. “ It is not too hot. Loki 
does not burn the grasses nor wither 
the fruits as he so often does.” 


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But these words made Loki very 
angry. He loved to do these things; 
for he, too, hated the beauty and joy 
that Idun always brought. 

So he said to the Frost Giants, 
“ Hear what the people say! Let me 
go ! Let me go ! ” 

Then the Frost Giants said, “We 
will let you go if you will promise one 
thing.” 

“Tell me, what is it? 

“We will let you go if you will 
promise to bring to us Idun, who 
guards the Apples of Life — Idun, the 
Maiden of the Springtime.” 


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Legends of the Springtime. 


Loki groaned. He, too, hated the 
beauty and joy Idun guarded. 

Many a time he had longed to steal 
the apples or to imprison Idun. 

But he knew if misfortune came to 
Idun, he too would share the fate of all 
nature. He knew he too would grow 
old and would die. 

So he said to the Frost Giants, “I 
will bring one apple to you.” 

“No,” said the Giants; and they 
closed the dungeon door upon him. 

The next morning Loki called again; 
“Hear what the people are saying. 
Let me go! Let me go!” 


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47 


And the Frost Giants said, “Will 
you bring to us Idun, the Maiden of 
the Springtime?” 

And Loki said, “ I will bring to you 
two of the Apples of Life.” 

“No,” said the Frost Giants; and 
they closed the dungeon door upon 
him. 

The third morning Loki called again. 
“ Hear what the people are saying. 
Let me go! Let me go!” 

And the Frost Giants said, “Will 
you bring to us Idun, the Maiden of 
the Springtime?” 


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And Loki said, “ I will bring to you 
all the Apples of Life.” 

“No,” said the Frost Giants; and 
they closed the dungeon door upon 
him. 

The fourth morning Loki called 
again; “Hear what the people are say- 
ing. Let me go! Let me go!” 

And the Frost Giants said, “Will 
you bring to us Idun, the Maiden of 
the Springtime?” 

Loki groaned. But just then he 
heard the joyous harvest songs of the 
people. Never had there been such a 


summer. 


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49 


No hot winds. No droughts. No 
scorching heat. 

This was more than Loki could bear. 
“Yes, yes, I promise,” he cried. 

Then the Frost Giants opened the 
dungeon gates, and Loki was free again. 

Then Loki went to Idun.“ Let me 
taste of the apples,” he said, “for I 
am weak and tired. I feel old age 
coming upon me.” 

“It is very strange,” Idun said. 
“You tasted only a year ago. You 
should not need to taste so soon again.” 

“That is because your apples are 
growing sour and withered. I knew 


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they were when last I tasted. They 
are losing their power.” 

“Can it be?” asked the Maiden of 
the Springtime. 

“Indeed it is true,” was Loki’s 
answer. 

“ Let us go and gather more. There 
are some fine ones growing just outside 
the walls.” 

So Idun went with Loki to gather 
the apples. 

She took the little box and the key 
with her. For she meant to lock the 
fresh apples in as soon as she had 
gathered them. 


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Alas, poor Idun! She was just 
reaching up to gather them. Loki 
stood beside her. 

Then down came a great white bird. 
H is wings stretched across the sky. 

He seized Idun in his claws. He 
bore her away to the home of the Frost 
Giants. 

They shut her into the dungeon. 
Then the Frost Giants went forth into 
the world. 

They shook the trees and stripped 
them of their leaves They froze the 
earth so that it was like rock. 

Nothing could grow in it. They 


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sent the biting north wind across the 
plains. 

The people crept into their caves for 
shelter. The sky was gray. The sun 
crept away toward the south.' Cold 
Winter was upon the land. 

“O, for the warmth of the Spring- 
time!” the people prayed. But Spring- 
time was locked in the dungeon down 
beneath the earth. 

All nature began to grow old and 
gray. The trees creaked and moaned. 
There was sighing among the branches. 

Even Loki himself began to grow 
weak and infirm. 


L^ends of the Springtime. 53 

“I shall die! 1 shall die!” he 
groaned. 

So he went to Nature and told what 
he had done. He told the story of the 
apples. He told them where Idun lay 
imprisoned. 

Then Nature cried to Loki, “Go! go 
to the home of the Giants! Rescue 
Idun, the Maiden of the Springtime, 
lest we die!” 

“I will go,” Loki said. For he well 
knew he himself must surely die if 
Idun was not rescued. 

“ Lo! ” rolled the thunders “Return 


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not without Idun. If you do, I will 
slay you with my thunders!” 

So Loki changed himself to the form 
of a great white bird. He sped across 
the sky to the home of the Frost 
Giants. 

Down he swooped upon the castle 
where Idun was imprisoned. 

It was a great castle of solid rock. 

The Giant was busy put upon the 
sea. He did not at first see Loki. 

So Loki plunged down into the 
dungeon. He changed Idun into a 
round nut, and seized her in his great 
claw. 


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55 


Then up he flew, and sped across 
the sky. 

“What is that?” said the Giant, look- 
ing up. “It is a strange bird! How 
strong he is! How he flies! 

“It is no common bird!” 

Whirr-rr-rr! Whirr-rr-rr! hummed 
the wings of Loki. 

“It is not a bird! It is Loki! He 
has stolen the Maiden of the Spring! 
Already I feel a warm breath in the 
air.” 

Then in a twinkling the Frost Giant 
changed himself into a bird. Then he 
flew after Loki. 


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Legends of the Springtime. 


How the wings of these two beat 
the air! 

Whirr-rr-rr! Whirr-rr-rr! 

They raised such a breeze that the 
trees on the earth below could hardly 
stand. “ What a gale I ” the people said. 

Then the thunders rolled! The 
lightenings flashed ! 

The Maiden of the Spring breathed 
out her warmth into the air. 

The warmth took away the strength 
of the Frost Giant. Loki gained in 
the race. 

Still the Frost Giant kept close 
behind. 


Legejids of the Springtime. 57 

On, on, on, rolled the thunders! 
‘^Win! win! win!” cried the lightnings. 

The Frost Giant spread his wings 
wider and wider. 

Harder and harder he beat the air. 

But now Loki had reached the walls 
of his happy home. 

One great pull, and he was safe 
within. 

Breathless he fell upon the earth, 
and the nut rolled out from his claw. 

As it fell, it opened, and out came 
Idun, the Maiden of the Springtime. 

Already the Frost Giant had reached 


58 Legends of the Springtime. 

the wall. One second more, and he 
had pounced upon Loki. 

But Idun drove him back. With 
her soft breath she warmed the air. 

Her apples she still held tight in her 
hands. 

“Spring is here again! Spring is 
here again!” the people began to shout. 

“Joy! joy! joy! Spring is here!” 

And when the Frost Giant heard 
that cry, he turned and fled. 

Back to his castle he flew; and there, 
amid the snow-capped mountains, he 
sat himself down. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


59 


Each day the earth grew more green 
and beautiful. 

The flowers came, and soft breezes 
came. 

The Frost Giants grew angrier and 
angrier. Their cold winds grew colder. 

The snows on the mountain tops 
grew deeper and deeper. The ice 
grew harder and harder. 

The faces of the Frost Giants grew 
blacker and blacker. 

But the Maiden of the Springtime, 
the soft winds, the flowers, and the 
happy people cared little for that. 


60 


Legends of the Springtime. 

“I'he earth is beautiful, beautiful!” 


they said. 

And we love the Springtime, the 
warm, gentle Springtime. 












STORY OF BALDUR. 

(THE NORSE LEGEND.) 

It was the dear, kind Baldur that 
brought the summer. 

The Frost Giants hated him, and 
tried each year to chain him to the 
mountains. 

The Frost Giants hated the warm 
air that Baldur brought. 

They hated the sunshine and the 
warm raindrops. 


63 


64 


Legends of the Springtime. 


They hated the sweet flowers and 
the fresh green grass. 

They tried to breathe upon the tree 
buds and freeze them through and 
through. 

For when the beautiful springtime 
came, the Frost Giants were , driven 
away. 

The sunshine that Baldur brought 
melted their snow. 

It broke the little roofs of ice that 
covered lake and rivers. 

It brought forth the beautiful flowers 
It made the deep shade of the forests. 


Legends of the Springtime . 


65 


And the people would say, “Dear 
Baldur! we love him so! For he 
keeps away the biting cold of the 
Frost Giants.” 

i 

The Frost Giants and the gentle 
Baldur fought always for the spring- 
time, but Baldur always won. 

As soon as his step was heard, the 
brooks would begin to sing. The 
grasses and the flowers would lift their 
heads, and all the birds would sing, 
“Baldur has come! Baldur has come!” 

Then the Frost Giants would scream 


and roar. 


66 Legends of the Springtime, 

They would howl through the forest 
and across the plains. They would 
blow down great trees, and hurl the 
rocks through the air. 

Sometimes the earth would shake, 
and big black clouds would shut out 
the sun. 

Still Baldur always conquered. 

He never shrieked and howled. He 
never shook the trees; neither did he 
hurl the Frost Giants through the air. 

He only turned his great shining 
face toward the earth and waited. 

He breathed his soft, warm breath 


Legends of the Springtime.' 07 

out into the air. He laid his gentle 
hand upon the fields. That was all. 

Then the air kept sweet; and the 
Frost Giants would creep back to their 
mountains in the North. 

But one night a dream came to 
Baldur. And the dream said : “ Some- 
time the Frost Giants will conquer. 
Sometime you must be driven away. 
Sometime you must die.” 

Then Baldur told his dream to 
Frigg and Odin. Frigg and Odin 
were Baldur’s mother and father. 

Odin said, “Dear Baldur, I have 


68 


Legends of the Springtime. 


always known that sometime the Frost 
Giants must win. 

“Then there will be a great change. 
There will be no flowers. The air will 
be cold. 

“The' fields will be covered with 
snow. The lakes and rivers will be 
hidden beneath the ice. 

“The cold winds will blow, and the 
grains and grasses will grow dry and 
brown. 

“The earth children will be hungrv 
and cold. They will fly to the caves 
for shelter.” 


Legends of the Springtime. 


69 


But Frigg said, “This shall never 
be.” 

“I will go up and down the land. 
I will make everything promise to do 
no harm to Baldur.” 

Odin smiled a sad smile. “We 
cannot save Baldur when the time 
comes,” he said. 

“ But I can try,” Frigg answered. 

Then she leaped into her golden 
chariot and hurried down the rainbow 
bridge to the earth below. 

She hurried to the rivers and lakes 
and seas. “Promise me,” she said. 


70 Legends of the Springtime. 

“that no harm shall come to Baldur 


from you.” 

“We promise,” the waters said; “for 
we, too, love Baldur.” 

Then Frigg went to every metal and 
every mineral. “ Promise me,” she 
said, “ that no harm shall come to 
Baldur from you.” 

“ We promise,” the metals and the 
minerals said ; “ for we, too, love 

Baldur.” 

Then Frigg went to every stone and 
tree and shrub and grass. 

Up in the tree tops hung some half 
dead mistletoe. 


Legends of the Springtime. 71 

I will not ask the mistletoe,” she 
said. “ It is half dead, and it has no 
root of its own. It lives only on the 
life of the tree. It can do no harm.” 

But to all the others she said, 
“Promise me that no harm shall come 
to Baldur from you.” 

And they all said, “We promise; 
for we, too, love Baldur.” 

Then she went to every beast and 
bird, and to every reptile and insect. 

“Promise me,” she said, “that no 
harm shall come to Baldur from you.” 

And they all answered, “We 
promise; for we, too, love Baldur.” 


72 


Legends of the Springtime. 


Then Frigg hurried up the rainbow 
bridge to Odin’s home. 

“Be happy again,” she cried, “for 
Baldur can never be harmed! ” 

But the Frost Giants laughed; and 
their laughter shook the earth. 

They hurried down to earth and 
gathered all the mistletoe. For they 
had watched Frigg. They knew that 
she had neglected that one little plant. 

So they made arrows of the mistle- 
toe. They gave the arrows to Baldur’s 
brother Loki. 

Now Loki was an evil brother. He 
loved mischief above all things. 


Legends of the Springtime . 


73 


One day he and Baldur were at 
play. They were testing each other’s 
strength. 

Loki had shot many an arrow at 
Baldur. But each one had glanced 
off and so had done no harm. 

This was because the arrows were of 
stone, or metal, or of the wood of trees. 
And the stones and metals and trees 
had promised to do no harm. 

Then Loki took the mistletoe arrows 
from his belt. He aimed one at 
Baldur. 

Straight it flew; and the beautiful 
Baldur fell at his brother’s feet. 


74 Legends of the Springtime. 

Then the Frost Giants howled and 
shrieked. 

They lashed the waters of the sea 
till it was white with foam. 

Even the mountains rocked. Whole 
forests broke and fell, and the air grew 
biting cold. 

The snow drifted on every hill and 
plain. The waters were covered over 
with thick ice. Not a flower was left 
in all the land. 

The Frost Giants had conquered at 
last. The long winter of the north 
had come. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


75 


The people on the earth were very 
sad. 

1 he little gnomes that dwell in the 
mountains were sadder still. 

Their homes were very cold. They 
were so dark that the gnomes could 
hardly see to work. 

“ Let us go up to Odin,” they said. 
“ Let us ask him to give us just a tiny 
bit of Baldur’s sunshine. It would 
make our homes light. Perhaps it 
would keep us happy and busy till 
Baldur shall come again.” 

So the little gnomes went up to 
Odin’s home. 


76 


Legends of the Springtime, 


Kind Odin pitied them and gave 
them a tiny bit of Baldur’s sunshine. 

Then the happy little gnomes 
hurried home with their prize. 

They set it in the middle of the 
mountain, and it made their home 
warm and cheerful. 

But one day the little gnomes said, 
“The people in the earth-world are ' 
very sad. They grieve over the loss 
of Baldur.” 

“ Perhaps we are selfish to keep this 
bit of sunshine to ourselves.” 

“ Let us take it up into the earth- 
world.” 


Legends of the Springtime, 


Then all the little gnomes set to 
work. All day long they bored and 
bored, and drilled and drilled; and at 
night they had made a little hole away 
up through the mountain. 

They looked up through the hole. 
They could see the stars twinkling in 
the cold; and they could hear the cold 
wind blow. Then they pushed the 
sunshine of Baldur up through the 
mountain. 

And when the people came and 
saw it, they shouted for joy. 

“ Baldur’s sunshine! Baldur’s sun- 
shine!” they cried. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


“Baldur has come again! Baldur 
has come again ! ” 

Then all the earth rejoiced, for the 
sunshine spread over the whole moun- 
tainside. It crept down across the 
fields. It made the air grow soft and 
warm again. And from that time to 
this, when Baldur’s sunshine comes, 
Spring comes; and all the trees, and 
the grasses, and the birds are glad. 




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HOW THE SUMMER CAME. 

(LEGEND OF THE NORTH 
AMERICAN INDIANS.) 

Once, long ago, there was no 
summer. 

The Red children had no food but 
the flesh of animals. 

Then all the animals held a council. 

“The Red children always seek to 
do us harm,” they said. “They hunt 
us down. They chase us through the 
forests. They catch us in their traps. 


82 


Legends of the Springtime. 


“Let us go to them. Let us tell 
them that we will make war upon 
them.” 

“ But we have to slay you for food,” 
said the Red children when the 
animals came to them. 

“Is there no other food for man?” 
growled the Bear. 

“We could live upon fruit and 
corn,” said the Red children. 

“ But we have no fruit and corn. 
Fruit and corn cannot grow where 
there is no summer. 

“ Bring down warmth for us from 


Legends of the Springtime. 


83 


the Land-beyond-the-Sky. Then we 
will harm you no more.” 

“We will try,” said the Buffalo. 

Then the Buffalo jumped as high as 
he could toward the heavens. But he 
was very heavy and could jump only a 
little way. 

Then a great bird tried; but its 
flight was short. 

Then the lynx tried; and he brushed 
the sky with his ears. 

Then the wolf tried. And, lo, he 
struck the sky so hard that he made a 
hole straight through. 


84 Legends of the Springtime. 

“Now,” said one of the brave chiefs 
of the Red children, “I will climb up 
the sky. 

“I will try to enter the Land-beyond- 
the-Sky. I will try to bring down 
summer to our land.” 

So one night the brave chief crept 
up the sky. He reached the door the 
wolf had made. He crept in. 

The people were asleep. They did 
not hear him for a long time. 

It was a beautiful land he had 
entered. 

There were flowers and trees; and 
the air was soft and warm. 


Legends of the Springtime . 


85 


There were three great cages; and 
in the cages were birds. 

These birds were Summer and 
Spring and Autumn. 

The chief hurried to open the cages. 
“ Fly, fly,” he whispered. “ Fly down 
through the door to the land of the 
Red children.” 

Out the birds flew; but they made a 
great noise with their strong wings. 

The noise woke the people. They 
rushed out to see what had happened. 

“The birds! the birds!” they cried; 
and they sprang to catch them. 


86 


Legends of the Springtime . 


Already Autumn had reached the 
land of the Red children. 

Spring, too, was nearly through the 
door. One feather of it the people 
caught in their hands; but that was all. 

Then on came Summer. Its great 
wings fanned the soft air, so that the 
trees bent to and fro. 

“Summer! Summer! Summer!” the 
people of the sky cried. “Summer 
must not escape!” 

Then they seized it by its feathers. 
Already it was half through the door. 

But the people of the sky clung with 
all their might. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


S7 

The great, strong bird strained and 
pulled, until at last the body parted. 

One half flew down to the home of 
the Red children. 

The other half the people put back 
in the cage. 

“Now let us find who has done this 
bold thing!” the people said. 

So they searched and searched, and 
at last they found the brave chief. 

Then the people gave a great yell 
and fell upon him. 

The chief ran like the wind. The 
angry people followed on. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


They chased him on through the 
door. Down the skies he flew. But 
he could not escape the wrath of these 
people of the Land-beyond-the-Sky. 

They shot their arrows after him. 
One pierced him through and pinned 
him to the sky. 

And there he is to this day. 

But the Red children now had 
Autumn and Spring and Summer.' 

The beautiful Summer is far too 
brief. But when it goes, the Red men 
say, “It is because half the Summer 
bird is still in the Land-beyond-the. 
Sky.” 


Legends of the Springtime. 89 

And when the Red children look 
up into the sky and see a group of 
stars, they say, “There the brave chief 
lies, pinned to the sky by the arrows 
of the angry people of the sky! 

“Great, brave chief! who climbed the 
heavens and sent clown warmth to his 
people.” 


ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL. 


By Mrs. C. F. Alexander. 

All things bright and beautiful, 

All creatures great and small, 

All things wise and wonderful. 

The Lord God made them all. 

Each little flower that opens. 

Each little bird that sings. 

He made their glowing colors, 

He made their tiny wings. 

The purple-headed mountain. 

The river running by. 

The morning, and the sunset 
That lighteth up the sky. 

The tall trees in the greenwood, 
The pleasant summer sun, 

The ripe fruits in the garden. 

He made them ^very one. 

He gave us eyes to see them. 

And lips that we might tell, 
How great is God Almighty, 

Who hath made all things well. 















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STORY OF PROSERPINE. 

(THE GREEK LEGEND.) 

Mother Ceres had a beautiful little 
daughter. 

The little girl’s name was Proserpine. 

One day in autumn Ceres was very, 
very busy. 

She had all the grain to harvest and 
all the fruit to gather in. 

“I shall have to leave you to play 
alone to-day,” said Ceres to Proser- 
pine; ‘Tor I am so very busy. 


93 


94 


Legends of the Springtime. 


“ Be a good child. Do not wander 
away too far from the fields, lest you 
lose your way.” 

Then Ceres jumped into her great 
golden chariot and drove across the 
fields. 

For a long time Proserpine played 
by herself and gathered great armfuls 
of bright red flowers. 

But on the edge of the field stood a 
beautiful bush covered with rich 
berries. 

“I will take these to my little play- 
mates, the sea nymphs,” she said. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


95 


So she pulled and pulled, until the 
whole bush came up. 

But it was very strange. Down in 
the hole Proserpine could hear a heavy 
rumbling. 

The little girl looked down into the 
hole. The hole was very deep. Miles 
and miles deep, Proserpine thought! 

Then, strangest of all, a chariot with 
six black horses leaped out of the 
ground. 

“Good morning, little girl,” said the 
driver. 

But Proserpine was too frightened 
to answer. 


96 


Legends of the Springtime. 


“ I am King Pluto,” said the chariot 
driver again. 

“I live down under the world. It 
is gloomy down there sometimes. If I 
had a bright-eyed little girl down 
there, I should not be so gloomy. 

“Will you come and live with me?” 

Pluto was very big and his face was 
very grim. Still Proserpine thought 
he was kind. 

So she said, “ I will come, good 
Pluto, if sometimes I may come back 
to earth to see my mother.” 

Then Pluto took the little girl in his 
arms and set her in the chariot. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


97 


Away the horses flew, and not even 
the hole was left to tell what had 
happened. 

But, by and by. Mother Ceres came 
back. 

“Where is Proserpine?” she asked. 
But no one could tell. 

Then she ran up and down the river- 
side calling, “Proserpine! Proserpine!” 

She asked the sea nymphs, but they 
could only say, “ We saw her at play 
in the fields.” 

She asked the trees, but they only 
sighed softly. 


98 


Legends of the Springtime. 


She cried to the sun, but he 
would not answer. 

For long, long days Ceres wandered 
up and down the earth. “ I will do no 
more work till Proserpine is found,” 
she said. 

Then the grass faded, the trees 
dropped their leaves, and the earth was 
cold and dreary. 

“O Ceres, please bring back the 
grains and fruits and grasses!” the 
people cried. 

But Ceres would not listen. She 
shut herself up in a cave. 


Legends of the Springtime, 


99 


“Give me back my Proserpine and 
I will give you back your grains and 
fruits and grasses,” she said. 

“We shall die,” cried the trees. 
“The earth is growing hard like rock. 
We can get no food from it.” 

But Ceres only said, “ Bring back 
Proserpine, and I will give you back 
your leaves ” 

At last the sun whispered to Mer- 
cury the messenger, and said: 

“ Go down to Pluto’s home, and tell 
him he must bring back the little child. 
“ Tell him the earth is very sad 

i,. of C. ' 

without her. 


100 


Legends of the Springtime. 


“Tell him the flowers and grasses 
are faded, and the trees have lost their 
leaves. 

“Tell him Ceres will bring in no 
harvests till her child is returned to 
to her.” 

So Mercury put wings upon his feet, 
and an invisible cap upon his head, 
and away he flew. 

Pluto was very angry at first; then 
he grew sad. 

For he loved the happy-faced little 
girl, and did not like to give her up. 

Still he must obey the message from 


Legends of the Springtime, 


101 


the sun, and so little Proserpine came 
up to earth again. 

“O my child! my child!” Ceres 
cried. And the glad tears poured 
down her face. 

The tears dropped like a gentle rain 
upon the earth. 

Then the earth grew soft and warm. 

The roots of the trees drank in the 
moisture and began to put out tiny 
leaves. 

The grass, too, grew green. Flowers 
sprang up everywhere, and the people 
said, “Summer has come again!” 


102 Legends of the Springtime, 

Then Ceres filled the trees and vines 
with fruit again, and all the earth was 
glad. 

“You shall never go back to Pluto’s 
dreary home again!” said Ceres; “for 
he can keep no one there who has not 
eaten of his pomegranates.” 

“ But mother,” Proserpine cried, “ I 
did eat of Pluto’s pomegranates, I 
was so very, very hungry!” 

Then Ceres bowed her head and 
wept. 

“ How many, O my child, did you 
eat?” she asked. 


Legends of the Springtime . 


103 


“ Only six,” Proserpine said ; “ and 
they were very small.” 

“Then I cannot keep you here with 
me the whole year long.” Ceres said. 

“ For six long months each year you 
must dwell in Pluto’s home beneath 
the ground. 

“The other six you shall stay here 
with me, and together we will make 
the earth beautiful.” 

“It is not so very sad, dear mother 
Ceres,” Proserpine said. “The six 
months will pass so fast. And think 
how happy the world will be, always 
watching for my coming! 


104 


Legends of the Springtime. 


“Perhaps the people will love me 
all the more. 

“And you, dear mother, you can 
rest while I am gone. You can rest 
and sleep ; then we can work together 
to make each spring more beautiful. 

‘ Grieve not for me, dear mother, 
foj Pluto is very kind to me. And 
his home is so gloomy ; he needs me 
these; so I am very glad to go.” 

Then Proserpine went away. The 
flowers and the grasses faded, the trees 
dropped their leaves, and by and by 
the whole earth was covered with soft 
white snow. 


Legends of the Springtime. 


105 


Ceres went back to her cave, but 
this time she was not angry. 

She made a soft bed for herself of 
golden grain, and lay down to sleep. 

All winter long she slept and 
dreamed of the beautiful Proserpine. 

One morning Proserpine came 
again. She entered the cave where 
Ceres slept, and it was filled with soft, 
warm air. 

Ceres awoke, and with her little 
daughter went forth to make the 
summer again. 

And so it is that summer comes 
and summer goes. 


106 


Legends of the Springtime. 


So it is that it stays with us one-half 
the year, and hides itself away from us 
the other half. 



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Your copy of the “Story of Hiawatha” has been received. 
It is in keeping w'ith almost all your remarkable series of 
school publications — a most excellent book for second or third 
grades. You are doing grand work for the schools of America. 

EllwOoD r. CuBBERLEY, Stanford University^ Cal. 



SCHOOL LIBRARY BOOKS 


Young Folks' History of England 

By Isa Craig-Knox 

With 42 illustrations, many full-page, by R. R. Galindo 
and others. 12 mo.. Extra Cloth, gold and colored inks, 
;S^i.oo. 

Ocean of Air 

By Agnes Gieerne 

Illus. 446 pages. Cloth, $1.25 

A popular meteorology, especially suitable for the teachers’ 
desk and the school library. 

GuIIiver^s Travels 

New edition. Specially edited for children by E. O. Chap- 
man. Illustrated. School edition, 40 cents. 

Arabian Nights 

New edition. Arranged for young readers by E. O. Chapman. 

School edition. Boards, 40 cents; Cloth, 60 cents 

The oriental fairyland, over which Queen Sheherazade 
reigns, is now and always will remain a classic. 

Horse Stories and Stories of Other 
Animals 

Experience of two boys in managing horses, with many 
anecdotes of quadrupedal intelligence. By Thomas W. Knox, 
author of “ Dog Stories and Dog Lore,” “ Boy Travelers,” etc. 

I vol., 4to. Fully Illustrated. Extra Cloth, ^2.50 

Treasury of Fairy Tales for Little Folks 

Fully Illustrated. 512 pages. Cloth, ^i. 00 


BIRD LORE 


(Second and Third Grades) 


Stories from Birdland 


By Annie Chase 


Vols. I. and 11 . Large Type Edition. Fully Illustrated 


Boards, 30 cents; Cloth, 40 cents 


The large type and many illustrations will be appreciated 
by all primary teachers. As to their literary quality and accu- 
racy, we need only to say that they are by the s'^ccessful 
author of StorLs from Animal Land.” 


( Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Grades ) 



By Mrs. F. M. Poyntz 
Colored Illustrations. Cloth, 50 cents 


Since bird lore and bird study are constantly growing in 
interest in the schools and homes, a bird book that is written 
especially for the pleasure and profit of the little ones cannot 
fail of a warm welcome. This volume is especially designed 
for conver. alional methods of bird study with young children. 
The author has put the h,.me feeling into her bird talks till it 
is easy to imagine Aunt May with the children gathered 
about her under the trees to hear more of bird life. The first 
chapters tell some general facts about all birds, and these are 
followed by descriptions of ten of our best known birds and 
their distinctive life habits. The book is abundantly illus- 
trated with a pleasing variety of bird pictures, including half- 
tones and full-page colored plates. 


GEOGRAPHY 


Geography for Young Folks 

Fully Illustrated. Boards, 30 cents; Cloth, 40 cents 

The object of this little book is to*give to the young pupil 
every possible aid in obtaining a clear comprehension of the 
fundamental principles of this important s'udy. In carrying 
out the scheme several novel features have been introduced. 

Beginning with some familiar illustrations in perspective, 
the pupil is first shown the difference between a picture of an 
object and a plan of the same object This is followed by 
such illustrations as a picture of a school-room and a plan of 
the same apartment — the picture of a village a-^d the plan of 
a village. Other illustrations follow; and thus the pupil is 
logically prepared to comprehend the up-building of a map, 
as shown by the series of pictures and diagrams. 

Our Fatherland 

By Elvira Carver, author of How t > Teach Geography,” 
and Mara L. Pratt 

Cloth, 50 cents 

Profusely illustrated and embellished with colored maps, 
showing the early settlements, struggles and •gradual develop- 
ment of the country, its waterways, its railroads, its resources 
and its great commerce. 

FOR REFERENCE 

The Story of our Planet 

By T. G. Bonney, D.Sc., LL.D., F.R.S., F.S.A., F.G.S., 
Professor of Geology in University College, London; Fellow of 
St. John’s College, Cambridge; and Honorary Canon of 
Manchester. 

I Vol., large 8vo. $3.00 

With six colored plates and maps and about 100 illustra- 
tions. 


Great Artists 

SERIES 


. o . FOR YOUNG FOLKS . . . 
Entertaining and Beautifully Illustrated 

1 The Story of Raphael 

2 The Story of Murillo 

3 The Story of Millet 

4 The Story of Landseer 

5 The Story of Rubens 

6 The Story of Durer 

7 The Story of Rembrandt 

8 The Story of Reynolds 

9 The Story of Bonheur 

10 The Story of Van Dyck 

11 The Story of Angelo 

12 The Story of Titian 

13 The Story of Correggio 

14 The Story of Da Vinci 

15 The Story of Fra Angelico 

16 The Story of Guido Reni 

17 The Story of Sargent 

18 The Story of Millais 

19 The Story of Jules Breton 

20 The Story of Velasquez 

21 The Story of Turner 

22 The Story of Corot 

23 The Story of Leighton 

24 Stories of Famous Pictures 

Each Containing Half-Tone Engravings of the Masterpieces 

Price, Only Ten Cents Each 




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